Sleep forever. What song?

Lyrics: Tang Qigong invited himself/sang: River Map

Light a lamp and listen to the lonely flute all night.

Wait for someone to wait for nostalgia.

The wind blew through the heavy doors, making the courtyard cold.

A piece of red paper promises eternal destiny.

Open this page of the history book and seal the memory.

The mandarin duck brocade painted this lonely floating life.

Who is still waiting for the first Chang 'an oath?

Who is too serious?

Dreaming of her painting at the door.

Draw a picture of a scenic family.

The heavy snow buried thousands of pagodas.

Life and death isolate the lonely world.

Dream on, she is playing the strings gracefully.

Play a white-headed youth

The heavy snow buried thousands of pagodas.

Like the moonlight in the mirror, he doesn't know whether it's true or not.

Boil a pot of tea and fold a Bai Meihua.

Holding a green umbrella, the rain fell.

Peach trees make wind and sand in front of graves.

Whose thoughts germinated on the stone tablet?

Dreaming of her painting at the door.

Draw a picture of a scenic family.

The heavy snow buried thousands of pagodas.

Life and death isolate the lonely world.

Dream on, she is playing the strings gracefully.

Play a white-headed youth

The heavy snow buried thousands of pagodas.

Like the moonlight in the mirror, he doesn't know whether it's true or not.

The oath of Chang 'an is not written in the history books.

2. Not seeing Chang 'an

Word finale

Quhetu

Sing a river map

The dew on the grass leaves under the old tree at the head of the village did not condense.

In the morning fog, the ferry sang and crossed the stream.

I lay on the roof with my arm on the pillow and thought all night.

Who talks about Chang 'an on the tile hall?

The bridge deck is frosty and the soles of the feet are cold, stepping on the bluestone board.

The girl who passed by smiled so quietly.

I put my luggage on my back, sat on the fender of the ferry and looked back.

In the outline of the village, the smoke from the kitchen is gradually drifting away.

I suddenly began to miss Chang 'an in the story crazily.

I travel day and night, and the road is long.

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. How many times has Wan Li seen flowers?

The winds of spring, summer, autumn and winter caress me in turn.

I passed by the town, the night was as cool as water, and the moon was curved.

Passing by Jiangnan, I saw a scholar sleeping in Yang Liuan.

I passed by the long street, bustling and selling everywhere.

Passing through Luoyang, I saw Miss Hualou embroidered peony.

I gradually began to dream about Chang 'an in the story every night.

Someone in Chang 'an sang 300 songs, and achieved joys and sorrows.

When we arrived, the sun was listening to the warmth of the wind.

But why did I suddenly lose my mind in Chang 'an?

These pavilions are not my imagination.

I used to have a picture in my mind, drawing them one by one.

It suddenly began to rain in Chang 'an, wetting the prosperous vicissitudes.

I lost my way in the panic crowd.

The year I turned away, the sound of the river bank in the distance.

Whether the village is still thousands of miles away, I suddenly turned around.

3. Summer solstice in thirty-eight years

Word: Fox from

Qu: River map

Become an outlaw, cross the sunset, half city, willow color, semitone flute

Waste green wax is ruby, full of clothes and no memories.

Time comes and goes.

Inclined screen semi-inclined elongated light and shadow.

Heavy red paint with mottled paint.

Drunk farce

A dress stained with red dust.

After singing "The West Chamber", who would expect this kind of life?

The shadows under the lamp whitewashed the memories.

This old record player is the embodiment of my thoughts.

A letter with yellow folds.

A pen for drawing eyebrows.

Coloratura is full of old songs.

The fragrance of clothes and the shadow of temples cover a few sighs.

I watched several parting scenes of neon coldly.

When you, my love, are in a bamboo horse scene, he is still doing that.

He is still wearing that dress with flowers and grass overlapping.

He is still stuck in the dream of his life.

Close your clothes and sleep quietly, ignoring the morning and evening.

He played all kinds of joys and sorrows, and no one was in tune with him.

Candlelight flickered on the deserted ground.

He shook down the flowers, waiting for someone to remember.

The people who sent away their dreams have not dispersed.

Who else will accompany me to watch this old play crazily?

Who else will stop for me? Who will accompany me like clothes?

4. Life is at stake

Lyrics: finale

Compose/arrange/sing: river map

How many people are performing in the square?

Try to fall in love.

Some people say vows repeatedly, trying to believe in faith.

When I left, I was in a hurry like a cigarette.

The world never lasts forever.

The better everything is, the more it will change.

The shutter tried to freeze the time. I don't know how to be superficial.

Who can put happiness in a photo?

One moment in the mountains, the other in the abyss, strangers fall side by side in the same way.

from start to finish

What controls all kinds of things to fold into a line in the palm of your hand?

Let all expressions allude to the end point.

Someone has traveled around the world several times.

The perfect side in the plane porthole

Memories of a lifetime in the clouds.

Finally, I cried at the moment of collapse.

Someone once stood at the top of the pyramid.

The cheapest is countless jealousy and envy.

Through this road surrounded by thousands of people.

Can't escape the lonely sleep under the tombstone

How many people are performing in the square?

Try to prove forever

Some people have been chasing for years and remember the deadline agreed every year.

Turn around and forget how to miss it.

A moment of seawater, a moment of flame, a stranger, falling side by side in the same way.

from start to finish

What controls all kinds of things to fold into a line in the palm of your hand?

Let all expressions allude to the end point.

In a word, from rough to fine.

How many times did the typhoon storm visit the typhoon ball?

There are always people willing to swallow lies.

I can't see the shackles that I have to bear after being sweet.

A song goes from affectionate singing to perfunctory

A broken tape can't go back.

There are always people who care about each other for twenty years.

But lost to a childish or coquettish face.

The viaduct is still spreading noisily.

Skyscrapers divide the sky.

In the crowd, strangers in a hurry still have their own wishes.

Brush each other when you know nothing.

5. White clothes

Word: Darsity

Qu: River map

Arrangement: river map

Sing: River map

Who ever looked for me in the heavy rain at the gate?

Carve the scenery of Gu Zhuo and shine the bright moon at night.

How many songs do I have left to sing?

Every pen and ink that has been waved back and forth has been eliminated by Luo Qi (the picture shows singing again)

Who knows my poverty and who knows my pride?

Who ever waited for me in Yanhua Lane?

The flower wall opened and disappeared, leaving only mottled.

Who have I laughed with under the flowers?

A woman whose celadon is like water smiles peacefully.

When the years are quiet, I know that I am no longer young.

The wind blew away the dead leaves and shook off the cicada.

Fall in a yard full of peonies

Singing on the stage, with bead curtain.

How can I make my pen amazing?

This white dress is very common and used to it.

The new words were sung eight or nine times a night;

Change the string and return;

When the wine sings for a long time;

The taste of the product remains unchanged.

Is this white skirt fettered or tired?

Who will spill the wine when the glass is full?

Throw me a roll and get drunk.

Even if you can't see clearly.

Who doesn't change the trip to the red chamber through ups and downs, can't help but worry.

How to play this chess game when there are poems and wine in the room?

The smell of dust lingers behind the bead curtain.

The loess is dusty, and it is difficult to listen to the prelude again.

Tonight's melancholy autumn rain, fame, beauty and friendship

The wind blew away the dead leaves and shook off the cicada.

Fall in a yard full of peonies

Singing on the stage, with bead curtain.

How can I make my pen amazing?

This white dress is very common and used to it.

New words were sung eight or nine times a night.

Change the broken string pipa and return.

When drinking is a song, the night is long.

It tastes the same.

This white skirt is forever and instantaneous.

The lamp oil has burned out tonight;

I haven't finished half the story yet;

Who helped me invent it in the past;

Step on a tree at a time.

It was raining lightly on a bridge and the umbrella was open.

A dream and a pot of wine

Wear white clothes all your life.

This white dress is very common and used to it.

New words were sung eight or nine times a night.

Change the broken string pipa and return.

When drinking is a song, the night is long.

It tastes the same.

This white skirt is forever and instantaneous.

The lamp oil has burned out tonight;

I haven't finished half the story yet;

Who made it up for me in the past?

6. Ding Ling's folk songs

Word: Fox from

Song/Singing: River Map

Flying flowers are scattered all over the world

Let those bones not forget to go home.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's shepherd flute is melodious.

Urging pedestrians to break their hearts and shed tears.

Shallow ponds, koi fish in pairs.

The wind lingers, listening to the fallen flowers all night.

Life and death are like snow and flowers.

Lonely white hair comb is worrying.

Who is crying and hurting the wall?

Who's laughing? It's bleak.

Whose eyes laugh at this glitz?

Who doesn't have to whisper?

The flowing clouds swept away the sand between my fingers.

The wind spoiled the black and white painting.

The willow you planted has sprouted new branches.

It is spring and summer again.

Fireflies scattered and sang peacefully.

The soul of travel never looks back.

Chu Yan Chu Shang in Xinghua village

Which piano piece filled the sky?

Who is crying? Crying darkens Sirius.

Who's laughing? Penetrating cinnabar

Whose blue is buried at dusk?

Who showed off butterfly wings in their dreams?

Who cut yellow candles all night?

There are several lines of tears on the stone steps in front of the door.

Who pushed open the carved window?

I'm afraid you will miss the agarwood to lead the way.

Huai fire chaos, cold smoke slightly cool.

Don't forget when you are there.

Can you sing nursery rhymes by the bridge?

Sing about the past you left behind.

Rain falls across the river and forgets the river.

Silent boatman, who did you cross the river?

Who settled in the winding water?

The girl who lit the lamp, is he back?

7. What happened to Andersen?

Word: EDIQ

Qu: River map

Sing: HITA River Map

Businessmen are talking by the dock.

The transaction price of a bag of rubies today

I walked down the cobblestone steps.

I think fairy tales can also decorate a quiet life.

What is the shoemaker looking at outside the pub?

Who stole rum?

I once cleared my throat and started singing in the theater.

It's just that even singing is just a supporting role.

I left that life quietly.

Pick up the quill pen and want to write something.

The genie passed the corner of my room.

Said Roskilde came home at night.

I checked in through storms and islands.

The mermaid in the sea accompanied me.

The kindling box was lit by the old captain in the undercurrent.

Illuminate the whirlpool in the depths of the soul.

I think I need to find which swan in this fairy tale.

Illiterate people lead a busy life.

Listen to which puppet is speaking between the lines.

How do they know how those people feel?

She waited alone for a castle.

I don't want to know the legend of riding a knight

So I recorded it in my travel notes

Record the traces left by the 19th century.

I am willing to buy the matches in her hand.

When I get old, I will light it quietly.

The tin soldier in the light promised to accompany me to find it all the way.

Looking for children who have lost their street smiles.

Listen to which puppet speaks between the lines.

How do they know how those people feel?

I think I need a guest appearance in this fairy tale.

Invisible people are hysterical under the lighthouse.

Which publishing house will this new book wander to tomorrow?

Sleep well. Winter in Denmark is coming to an end.

After the applause, I think we all got something.